Coming out, to one’s own families, that, is the HARDEST, because we rely on their accepting us for who we are, and they may not be able to, because of ALL the stigma about being homosexuals, this is this woman’s experience, translated…
Before I accepted the invitation to do this column, other than Daddy Strong, I’d also, needed to discuss it with Grandma Strong about the direction, along with the content of this week’s discussion, I’d asked her, “If I wrote on how I liked girls, would it make it hard for you to show your face?”, she’d asked, “What’s the big deal?”, I’d said, “you knowing is different than all our relatives knowing too, it may be known by others in the family, aren’t you afraid of getting the nasty treatments?” Strong’s grandma said, “There’s nothing I’m afraid of, knowing it all, whatever you want to write, is fine by me.”
Actually, back in the kindergarten years, I’d known, that I liked girls as well as boys, and in the middle schools, I’d gotten, so infatuated with girls, but, back then, LGBT didn’t exist in the schools, I’d not known what I should do, all the way into college, grad school, I’d finally found affirmations in myself through reading, and interacting with other homosexual friends. It’s just, that I’d worried my family, who wasn’t educated on the LGBT matters couldn’t accept, I’d first come out of the closets to my cousins, my siblings, sharing the issues of gender with them, and stories of my LGBT friends too, in the end, after I’d graduated from graduate school, when I’d, first started dating my very first girlfriend, I’d, come out of the closets to my mother; although she’d called me “psycho”, but, we’d never stopped communicating, instead, we’d, opened up more windows and doors to communicate on the matter.
fearing what’s on the other side, hesitant about coming out…photo from online…
Coming out of the closets completely, because two years ago, I’d, posted a photo of Baby Strong in his rainbow overall, waving the rainbow flags, supporting the equal marriage act, and the multifaceted families, and the elders in my family said that I shouldn’t have, used Baby Strong as a tool for me to come out, after I’d struggled too long, I’d finally decided to come out to my friends, families, relatives. Other than having Baby Strong in the midst of the various sexual orientations, learning to respect the differences in others, knowing what kind of a person his own mother is, I’d wanted him to know, that no matter who he loves, man, or woman in the future, I will, love him, just the same. And I’d wanted the whole world to know, that those who aren’t heterosexuals aren’t demonic, we’re humans, with the flesh, the blood, and the love too, that it’s not someone else, it’s someone else’s families, and the families of others as well.
“Our Gay Child”, was an accord of a group of young children in Hong Kong’s youth sector, setting up the “Gender Unspecific Limitless Plan”, the parents with the homosexual children’s sharing their road to acceptance, with the precious documentation of how Asian deals with the matter. At the same time, it’d, documented these teens’ life stories, and what they’d shared with the social workers, and the book had also invited the psychiatrists, the physicians, and experts of other realms, to share their experiences on the difficulties that the parents might face as their children come out of the closets to them.
I hope, that the homophobics no longer barred the closet door anymore, so the homosexuals, as well as their loved ones, can, come out of the closets.
like this! Found online…
And, this, must’ve been very difficult, exposing that most vulnerable part of yourselves, to someone in the family, and, not knowing how they would react, is probably, the most difficult part, but, after you’d come out, you’d, taken that hardest step, and the rest will happen, with time, because, those you love will hopefully, learn to accept you for who you are, after all, NONE of us can choose our sexual orientations, we’re, born this way.
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